Redhawk Caldera pupsicles

A slight PP here, too. :O

Sassafras remained as close as she could manage throughout the slow procession, shifting herself whenever possible so that she could shield a tiny body from the frigid talons of the wind. For much of the time, her eyes continually darted between the snow directly in front of her small, yet sure-footed paws and any brief glimpse she could steal of the terrain that lay ahead. It was because of the focus she kept that she was struck by surprise and nearly bit her tongue when Finley lurched with Liffey’s falter, but she quickly regained herself and ambled on. When the remainder of their travel was without incident, and once the last of them were tucked safely within the confines of the cave, the two-year-old uttered a soft sigh of relief.

She padded to one of the side walls and paced once to lie where she stood, then realized being separated from the rest was not at all the point. She splayed her ears a little sheepishly, hoping no one would notice, then spied the uncertain-looking Liffey watching the others. The dark DeMonte-Sairensu fluidly crossed the distance between them, went round the small Blackthorn and nuzzled deeply into the ruff at her shoulder before hunkering down close. They had all made it. Together.